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Spread your wings and fly in the direction of your dreams

Posted by info@suzigarrod.com on July 30, 2018 at 8:05 AM Comments comments (537)

When your soul tells you that it is time for you to change, to let go of limiting beliefs and move your life forward in a new direction, some of those around you may not be as supportive as you had hoped. They may even attempt to hold you back.

Caught up in their fear of losing you, of things changing for them as a result of your personal evolution, they may (consciously or unconsciously) try their hardest to keep you locked into the old ways. They have a vested interest in maintaining those familiar roles, familiar patterns, familiar perceptions - it makes them feel safe.

Your transformation challenges their own view of the world, and to embrace or support that would mean stepping out of their comfort zone. It would mean feeling vulnerable, having to perhaps face their own inner demons and make changes. For some, that is too much to bear. It is easier, safer to keep things the same way, to prevent you from upsetting the status quo by moving forward. And so, they may sabotage your progress in some way.

So often it is the ones we love, the ones whose support we value the most, who are the ones that attempt to clip our wings. They encourage us to remain in our caterpillar state, rather than metamorphose into the beautiful butterflies we all have the potential to become.

It is their fear, not their love, that causes them to act like this and hold you ever more tightly with their cords of attachment. What drives their behaviour is a fear of change, a fear of being left behind, a fear of your evolving strength and potential; perhaps also a fear of their own potential growth and the transformation that will bring. They may feel threatened on some level by your increasing self-awareness and growing sense of purpose. Whereas once you may have turned to them for guidance, you now seek your own answers from within, and reach your own conclusions as to what you want your future to look like. They feel left out, not needed, unvalued, and may try to make you feel guilty for wanting to change. These are their fears, their limiting beliefs, their wounds - not yours.

I encourage you to break free. Gather every ounce of strength and love of self to burst through the walls of the chrysalis that can no longer restrain your true potential. Spread your glorious butterfly wings and fly to new horizons. Dissolve the fear others may project upon you and transmute it into love. You owe it to yourself to become all that you can be, and owe nothing to those who would crush your dreams in order to avoid having to face their own truth.

Despite what they may say, your strength, courage and commitment to follow your heart and embrace who you truly are, will not diminish them in any way. On the contrary, your transformation will present them with an opportunity to dissolve their own fears and unlock their own potential. They may always wish to remain caterpillars, content with the world they inhabit with no desire to change at all. That is OK. That is their choice. They have no right, however, to prevent you from choosing a different path.

By trusting your heart and making the changes it is telling you to make, you will show others that they too can change. That is how we make the world a happier place, a better, more loving and enlightened place in which to live. A world in which we accept our differences and encourage each other to fulfil our potential so that we can all become butterflies in our own way, instead of clinging fearfully onto the branches of familiarity.

Spread your wings and fly in the direction of your dreams, because that is what you were born to do.

Love and blessings,

~ Suzi ~

Dig deep for those golden nuggets

Posted by info@suzigarrod.com on February 18, 2018 at 11:10 AM Comments comments (105)

No matter what difficulties life throws up, I always look for the reason behind it and then embrace the learning. I actively seek the light rather than dwell within the shadow. I look for those golden nuggets of potential unfolding, seek the hidden meanings and welcome the possibility of new beginnings. Last night my mind came up with a novel, albeit rather graphic, way of explaining this approach to life. I'd like to share it with you in the hope that it inspires some people to search for the gifts within the challenges they face.

Dig deep, however big the whopping pile of sh*t that just got dumped on you. Climb high, however insurmountable, that mountain of cr*p might feel.

Those golden nuggets of insight, wisdom, truth and strength are lying in there somewhere, deep within the mountain of cr*p that just descended upon you out of the blue. It may take all your strength to wade through that swamp of hurt, betrayal, pain or fear. That pungent odour of lies, injustice or wrongdoings may make you gag at times. The very sight of the big pile of bullsh*t that lies before you, whatever form it may take, might make you sick to your stomach, and the pain of the hurt you are feeling at times, might make you crumble with despair. But those golden nuggets are in there, somewhere, waiting for you to stumble upon them. Granted, they may be way down deep within the core of that mountain of cr*p but trust me, they are there. 

Just keep looking for the glimmer of light that shines like a beacon of hope. Keep feeling your way forward through that darkness with faith and a total belief that you will get there. Keep wading through that quagmire of disbelief and desperation, and keep listening with an open heart for those encouraging whispers of your soul; for it is they that will guide you through the layers of helplessness and hopelessness towards that place of knowing.

Keep going and you will find the answers you are looking for, those elusive golden nuggets. When you find them pick them up, for you will have earned each one. As you hold these golden nuggets of insight, wisdom, truth and strength within your hands, and truly embrace the learning you have been gifted, you will find that beneath them lay the golden nuggets of understanding, compassion, forgiveness and gratitude. These gifts are also yours to embrace. Take them into your hands and hold them close to your heart; for by doing so you will find love, peace, freedom and joy.


Reframe the way you view your sh*t and start looking for the gifts that lie within it. Over the years the sh*t that seems so overwhelming right now, will diminish, decay and fade away. The gifts that you uncover from that sh*t, the layers and layers of golden nuggets that are waiting for you to find them, are timelessly liberating.

So what are you waiting for?  Let's start digging.

Today, I roar.

Posted by info@suzigarrod.com on February 6, 2018 at 10:20 AM Comments comments (1)

So, today marks the last day of our year of firsts.

On this day last year, 6th February 2017, we held our Final Farewell to mum at Torquay Crematorium. The day before that, 5th February 2017, we held the most amazing celebration of her life at Dartington Hall. Today my family and I enter a new phase in our grief; we enter the year of seconds.

I have found that this second year is considered by some, to be the year in which "she/he should be over it by now". Some people openly verbalise that, some just radiate it; others seem to begin averting eye contact, or even fleetingly roll their eyes, when you bring up the subject of grief for your loved one. There's no escaping it, there's a general feeling that by the time you enter your second year of bereavement, you should be 'moving on with your life'. But that's not how it happens. That's not how grief works. There is no predetermined time-frame into which your feelings can neatly fit. Grief is not a 12-month contract for which you must negotiate an extension. Grief is what it is, when it is, how it is, for however long it is. Some days it's fine. Other days it's not. Today happens to be not OK for me - and I'm not going to apologise for it or suppress my feelings around it. Today, my grief is expressing itself as anger, and it is determined to be heard.

This year Mothers' Day will be my second Mothers' Day without my mum, it will be the second Easter, the second birthday, the second Christmas without my mum. Whether it's the first, second, third or twenty-third, I will still miss her. I have a right to be angry about that. And I have a right to express it without being shut down by well-meaning platitudes or societal expectations.

Here I stand at the threshold of another year of memorable events without the woman who gave me life. I stand at the threshold of another year without the woman who loved me unconditionally; who taught me everything I know about love, kindness and compassion. And, as I stand at that threshold, I find very little comfort in the knowledge that, at least, it will no longer be the first time I am experiencing these events without her. This coming year will be just as hard; in different ways perhaps, but just as hard. I feel that it's important to acknowledge that because so many people live with the belief, hope or expectation, that everything will suddenly get easier from now on. For some, it might, for others it won't. Yet, from some of the comments I've personally heard this past year, the generally accepted mourning period still seems to be that magical 12 months. Those of us who have experienced the loss of a loved one, or those who have been trained in bereavement counselling, know that this is not the reality of grief. However, I've lost count of the number of times I've heard: "once you get over the firsts, you'll be OK", "it gets easier after the first year" or "time is a healer" (yes, people really do still use that one).

So today, I am choosing to mark the final anniversary of my year of firsts, not by reflecting on the love that I still feel for my mother; not by reflecting on how much I still miss her; not by expressing my unending gratitude for having been loved so deeply by her for almost 50 years; but by expressing my anger. Anger is just as legitimate a feeling, with as much right to expression, as any other emotion associated with grief. Yet so often, especially if it is expressed after that magical 12-month threshold, anger is seen as a sign of not coping, not having “processed” your grief, not “moving on”. Today, I write this blog to mark the final day of firsts and I intend to use it without apology as a platform, to shout out from the roof tops exactly what I feel like saying to people at times. I intend to blast through some people’s expectations of me as a grieving daughter, or as a Counsellor and Soul Midwife, and simply let my anger roar.

To those who say “once you get over the firsts, you’ll be OK”, I roar “BULLSHIT!”.

To those who say “she’s no longer suffering” or “she’s in a better place now”, I roar “BOLLOCKS!”

To those who say “time is a healer”, I roar "F**K RIGHT OFF!"

Tomorrow I might feel differently. Tomorrow I might return to my calm, centred, compassionate, understanding self. Tomorrow, those well-meaning platitudes might not anger me as much; I might be in a better place to accept that it’s just their way of trying to support me, because they don’t know what else to do or say.

Today, however, I feel angry. Angry that a part of society is trying to dictate how I should feel, how I shouldt express it, where, when and for how long that expression of my feelings is acceptable. Today I step over the threshold of my first year without my mum, and enter the second year even more determined to ride each-and-every wave of grief that comes – without apologising for it. I am honouring my grief in whatever form it arrives, for by doing so I honour the life and the love of my mother. She deserves that. I deserve that. Everyone who has ever lost a loved one, deserves that.

And so, today, I roar.

12 months today

Posted by info@suzigarrod.com on January 15, 2018 at 10:10 PM Comments comments (0)

On this day last year, 15th January 2017, my beautiful mama crossed over the threshold.

Today, after a year of painful firsts, rather than choosing to focus on the sadness of her death, I am choosing to focus on the joy of her life.


I remember with joy and gratitude, the love and the light she brought into our lives; the love she shared and the love she inspired.


I remember the beautiful sparkle in her eyes and how her beaming smile could light up a room.


I remember her beauty, her elegance and her kindness; the way she laughed, her sharp wit and her cheeky sense of humour.


I remember her strength, her courage and dogged determination; her loyalty, humility and dignity.


More than anything though, I remember her love.


She loved her family with all her heart and devoted her life to taking care of us; especially my dad, her soulmate. The flame of love that burned between them was like no other. My mum loved more deeply than anyone I have ever known and I feel her eternal love around me still.


Mum I love you, with all my heart, now and always. Thank you for giving me the gift of life, thank you for so many precious memories and thank you for your beautiful gift of love. I am truly blessed to be your daughter.

6 Months ago today

Posted by info@suzigarrod.com on July 15, 2017 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (0)

6 months ago today, my mum died.

She took her final, gentle breath in this life at 5.20am on Sunday 15th January. I held her hand as she slipped away, kissed her lips, stroked her cheek and sang her favourite lullaby one last time.

Today, at 5.20am on Saturday 15th July, I sat in quiet reflection; silently honouring her love and her life, shedding the tears of a daughter who misses her mum; whilst watching the dawn of yet another new day without her.

As I sat down to do my morning practice, I spotted a black feather, a symbol of the sorrow and the grief that I was feeling at the time. The shadow of my heart.

When I finished my practice I walked through the fields for hours, listening to the birdsong, connecting with the trees, the grass and the hedgerows; watching the cows and the sheep slowly begin their day. The shadow had lifted and I felt peace in my heart once more.

I reflected on how the soothing sounds of my tuning forks, the ebb and flow of my breath in meditation and the simple beauty of nature had brought me back home to myself once more; back to acceptance, back to peace and the knowing that all is as it should be.

At this point I came across a single white feather in the field, a symbol of the peace and acceptance that I was feeling at the time. The lightness of my heart.

I stood for a while holding the white feather in my hands, tears of joy and gratitude gently rolling down my cheeks.

I sent out a prayer of gratitude to the Universe.

I gave thanks to all the teachers who have shared their wisdom with me and given me the tools to embrace both shadow and light with love.

I gave thanks to Mother Nature and the healing messages she brings me through the blessings of her gifts.

I gave thanks to my ever-loving, beautiful mum, for I could feel her beside me, holding me close, sending me love and reassuring me that all is well.

As I neared the entrance to the field at The Healing Weekend, contemplating the day ahead, and wondering how I would feel when the throng of visitors arrived later that morning, I found a third feather.

This feather was black with a white spot near the tip - a sign that, no matter how much sorrow or pain there may be in my heart, there will always be a glimmer of joy and love to guide me back home; from the shadow to the light.

I was gifted with so many other insights on my walk this morning and will write a blog post over the next few days to share the messages I received. For now, my gifts to you are the amazing tools I use each day - my tuning forks and mindfulness meditation - the wisdom of the feathers and the infinite beauty of my mum.

Love and blessings

~ Pixie ~

My first Mothers' Day without her

Posted by info@suzigarrod.com on March 27, 2017 at 9:40 PM Comments comments (0)

It's always the firsts that are hardest to deal with after a bereavement; the first night, first week, first month; first birthday, first anniversary - the list seems endless. There's no hiding from it; the firsts in bereavement always hurt. It's only been 2 months since mum died, so this is my first Mothers' Day without her.

Every day in the week leading up to it, I was confronted by Happy Mothers' Day cards. They seemed to be everywhere; in every single shop on the high street; a taunting reminder - as if I needed one - that I wouldn't be buying a Mother’s Day card this year. At one point, I found myself standing in front of the card section in Tescos, tears gently flowing down my cheeks, as I watched a young girl picking out a card for her mum.

I miss my mum so much and the physical pangs of pain still grip my heart every so often. I know that they will for a long time to come. That's OK, it's normal; that's what grief is.

The now familiar wave of sadness didn’t last long. Like every emotion, I’ve felt since mum died, I allowed myself to feel it fully. I immersed myself in the depths of the sadness I was feeling in that moment; allowing myself to express it in whichever way felt right. On this occasion, my expression happened to be gentle tears. On other occasions it has been deep, soul-wrenching sobs or fiery outbursts of anger. I accept that whatever I'm feeling in any given moment is valid and that it deserves to be honoured. After a few moments of gentle cyring, I took a deep breath, whispered “I love you mum” and carried on with my shopping.

It’s highly likely that this wave of sadness would have returned on the actual day of Mothering Sunday. I may have felt very sorry for myself and hidden away from the world, had it not been for a chance meeting with a very special lady.

Doreen is 91 years old and, when I met her on the Friday, I discovered that she was still recovering from a nasty fall, a fall which had left her with concussion, two broken wrists and a severely bruised face. Paul, Doreen’s son, told me that she hadn’t been expected to survive, when she fell 3 months ago, so I watched in total awe as Doreen did a little jig in her kitchen, proudly showing off her dance moves without the aid of her walking stick. I told her she was an inspiration; I really admired her zest for life, her refusal to give in even though the odds were stacked against her. She reminded me of someone.

"Well, what else can you do?" she said with her beautiful cheeky grin "you just gotta get on with it". Then she wiggled her hips and waved her hands in the air with a huge beaming smile on her face.

In that instant, Doreen had turned my sadness into joy.

She may not be my mum, but she has that same determined, courageous, loving spirit; and when she smiles, her eyes beam with joy. Doreen is simply happy to be alive and grateful to be sharing her life with her family. She may not be my mum, but she represents the essence of motherhood; and as I watched her gleefully and defiantly dancing in her kitchen, I felt so much love for her.

So, on Mother’s Day this year, I delivered some flowers, some chocolate and a "Thank you" card to this beautiful 91-year old lady named Doreen. I thanked her for the gift she had given me; the opportunity to once more bring a smile to another mother’s face; the opportunity to make another mother feel loved and appreciated. Thanks to Doreen, I was reminded that every mum - regardless of whether she is mine or not - deserves to be admired, loved and thanked from the heart, for all that she is and all that she brings to this world.

This year was my first ever Mothers' Day without my mother. It might have been just another one of those painful bereavement firsts; another difficult day to get through, rather than a special day to celebrate. Thanks to Doreen, this year’s Mothers' Day became the first time I consciously expanded my heart to send love and gratitude, not only to my mum, but to every single mother on this earth - including myself. It became the day I realised that, even though my mum has died, I can still buy Mothers’ Day cards in years to come; I can still celebrate and honour all that I love and miss about my mum, by celebrating and honouring those qualities in other women.

Seeing the joy of life beaming from Doreen’s eyes that day, has enabled me to totally reframe my painful first. Her gleeful dance transformed my sorrow into joy and forever healed a part of my heart.

Thank you, Doreen for your beautiful gift and thank you for your beautiful soul.

With love and blessings

Suzi xx